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Chapter 75 Phoenix Edict and Register, True Lord's Decree!
Chapter 75 Phoenix Edict and Register, True Lord's Decree! (The End!)
Thousand-eared valley.
Qi Weizhao had already received the news and cleared the open space on the riverbank in advance.
The silver-feathered black bird circled once above Thousand Ears Valley before landing steadily on a large blue stone by the riverbank. It shook the dust off its wings, turned its head, and arrogantly surveyed the crowd that had gathered around it.
Qi Weizhao stepped forward and removed the golden letter tube from the black bird's ankle.
The mailbox was sealed with a silver spiritual seal, on which was clearly printed a long sword pattern drawn from stars—the emblem of the Tian'a Sword Sect.
Qi Weizhao glanced at the seal, a smile spreading across his face. He then turned and handed the letter tube to Chen Heng, who was hurrying over.
"Congratulations, girl."
Chen Heng reached out and took the mailbox, her fingertips trembling slightly.
She took a deep breath, used her spiritual power to break the seal, and took out a scroll with a silver brocade background that exuded a faint sword aura.
The moment the scroll was unfurled, a sharp and pure sword intent emanated from it, causing the people around to instinctively take a half-step back.
The scroll contained only a few lines of text, written in a vigorous and powerful style: "Chen Heng, a graduate of the Imperial Academy of the Seven Kingdoms, at the fifth level of Qi Refining, possessing a superior-grade single-attribute metal spiritual root, and ranking first in combat, is ranked sixteenth on the overall list. After review by the Tian'a Sword Sect, he is permitted to enter the sect. With this certificate, he may enter the sect and register as a celestial being."
At the end, there is a vermilion Dao seal with a celestial dragon coiled around it.
Chen Heng's gaze lingered on that line of text for a long time before she slowly looked up.
Her eyes were slightly red, but she did not lose her composure. She simply gripped the scroll tightly in her hand and bowed solemnly to the silver-feathered black bird that delivered the message.
"Disciple Chen Heng thanks the Dao Court and the Tian'a Sword Sect."
For the next period of time.
The black birds from Flying Star Pavilion flew over several more times.
Xiang Yunyuan's initiation certificate came from the second-rate Daoist sect, Mojia Mountain.
Mount Moka is a lineage specializing in puppet making and defensive engineering, and it has a good reputation in the field of defense engineering throughout the East China Sea.
Although some cultivators might find this content somewhat undignified and lacking in decorum.
However, its advantage lies in its stability, which also aligns with Xiang Yunyuan's initial intentions.
Xiang Yunyuan held the jet-black initiation certificate, looking at it over and over again, unable to hide the smile on his face.
Sun Fuli and Xu Baiheng received the letters on the same day.
However, the letter did not contain an initiation certificate, but rather a Daoist contract from a foundation-building family called "Qingling Shen Clan".
Although this family has declined and no longer enjoys its former glory, it is still a force to be reckoned with, and it still controls several relatively stable trade routes for spiritual materials and some industries in the Qingling region of the East China Sea.
The two were recruited into the Shen family, mainly to assist in managing the family's businesses.
The Qingling region is located in the central part of the East China Sea, with frequent trade. For cultivators like Sun Fuli and Xu Baiheng, who are of average talent but come from merchant guilds and royal families and are good at dealing with people, it is the best place to go.
Moreover, the two could look after each other, so they weren't exactly adrift alone.
At this point, four of the five students from the same cohort of students from the seven kingdoms' imperial academies have been confirmed.
Only Zhao Cheng'an.
There has been no news about his family registration certificate for a long time.
After another sparring session, Chen Heng hesitated several times before finally speaking up: "Fellow Daoist Zhao, have you not received your Immortal Inheritance Token yet? Could it have been delayed on the way?"
As soon as she spoke, she realized that her statement was rather unreliable. The Silver Feathered Black Bird's communication speed was extremely fast; even sending a message from the most remote part of the East Sea to the Seven Kingdoms wouldn't take this long.
Zhao Cheng'an sat on a large rock by the stream, holding a spirit stone in his hand as he meditated.
He looked up when he heard this, but there was no sign of anxiety on his face.
"Let's wait a little longer." Zhao Cheng'an put down the spirit stone and looked at the clouds in the distance, which were dyed red by the setting sun.
It seems they didn't take this matter too seriously.
He had spoken with Lin Tan before leaving Floating Scale Cave, and Lin Tan didn't seem like the type to deliberately tease him or go back on his word. Unless something unexpected happened, Zhao Cheng'an already had a vague suspicion in his mind.
However, even he himself found it hard to believe that conjecture.
Another month has passed.
Inside the bamboo building, at the worktable, Zhao Cheng'an's mind stirred, and the phantom of the Qiankun Cauldron slowly appeared before him. Mist surged from the cauldron's mouth, and a dark blue-green shadow flew out and landed in his palm.
He looked down.
It was a vine that was entirely bluish-black, with fine, interwoven silver veins faintly visible on its surface, like...
Ancient runes were directly imprinted into the veins of the plant.
At intervals between the nodes of the vines grows an indigo pod the size of a longan, with faint arcs of lightning flickering on its surface and emitting a soft hissing sound.
Dragon Vine.
Unlike the version hastily pieced together using grafting techniques in the Demon-Slaying Tower, this one was cultivated by Zhao Cheng'an through a deep fusion of the essence of the Panlong Vine and the Thunderbolt Seed using the Qiankun Cauldron.
The grafted version has two fatal flaws.
One issue is the incomplete expression of traits. Although the grafted Thunderbolt branches can produce Thunder Beans, the power of the Thunder attribute can never reach the theoretical upper limit.
Another, even more fatal, problem is the inability to stably inherit genetic traits.
The offspring of grafted organisms will exhibit severe phenotypic segregation, making them unsuitable for large-scale commercial breeding.
Now, both of these problems have been completely resolved.
As Zhao Cheng'an held the Hidden Dragon Vine, the Azure Pattern within his body resonated with it subtly.
He could clearly sense that the internal rune domain structure of this vine was more complete than the version used during the major exam, and the flow of lightning-attribute spiritual energy was smoother. Not only was the explosive power of the Thunder Bean significantly enhanced, but the vine's own resilience and recovery speed had also been qualitatively improved.
In the past month, he has used the Qiankun Cauldron to repeatedly cultivate more than a dozen different parent plants.
By conducting targeted hybridization of these parent plants, stable inheritance can be achieved. This means that *Zephyranthes bidentata* has the basic conditions for large-scale commercial production.
All that's left is to wait for the Luo family to establish their distribution channels and send out the first batch of finished products.
Zhao Cheng'an carefully put away the Zhelong Vine, stood up, and pushed open the door of the bamboo house.
The sky outside was already getting dark; the setting sun was sinking into the outline of the distant mountains, leaving a dark red afterglow on the horizon. A dry, earthy breeze blew against my face; it hadn't rained in a long time.
He followed the bluestone path to Qiansui Valley.
A round, gray-feathered spirit pigeon was perched on a rock by the riverbank.
It was engrossed in eating a small pile of golden spirit rice in front of it with a focus that was completely out of proportion to its size. It was so absorbed in eating that it didn't even notice Zhao Cheng'an walking up behind it.
Zhao Chengan squatted down and gently stroked its fluffy head.
The spirit pigeon raised its head, still holding a grain of spirit rice in its mouth, glanced at him sideways, and then continued to eat.
Zhao Cheng'an smiled and carefully placed the parent plant of the Zhelong Vine, which was in a specially made wooden box, into the bag hanging under the neck of the spirit pigeon.
"Fellow pigeon enthusiast, you'll have to work hard for the next while. Be careful on the road."
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After pecking at the last grain of spirit rice, the spirit pigeon cooed contentedly twice, nuzzled its fluffy head in Zhao Cheng'an's palm, and then flapped its broad wings and took flight.
Its silhouette quickly became a tiny dot in the air and soon disappeared into the darkening horizon.
Zhao Cheng'an watched the spirit pigeon leave, then turned away and was about to turn back.
Just then, a dry cough came from behind me.
He turned around.
The door to Qian Suigu's study was pushed open from the inside, and Shen Yanshan, hunched over, walked out.
Shen Yanshan looked somewhat haggard, with two dark gray shadows under his eyes. His once neatly combed beard was now somewhat messy, with a few unruly strands sticking up from his chin.
However, when he saw Zhao Chengan standing in the courtyard, he first perked up and asked a question.
"Cheng'an, have you received any news from the Dao Court yet?"
Zhao Chengan shook his head.
"not yet."
Shen Yanshan reached up and stroked the beard on his chin, his brows furrowing deeply. His wrinkled face was filled with confusion.
"Strange—based on past experience, all the initiation certificates for each sect should have been sent out by now. The rankings on the gold and silver lists should have been finalized long ago; there's no reason for it to be delayed until now."
Seeing his worried expression, Zhao Cheng'an comforted him instead.
"Perhaps something has delayed them, there's no rush to wait a bit longer."
He glanced at the undisguised fatigue on Shen Yanshan's face, then changed the subject, "Master, you don't look well lately. Has something been bothering you?"
Shen Yanshan sighed and waved his hand.
"It's all about the refugees down the mountain."
"The drought is more severe than expected; large tracts of land have been left barren, with no harvest."
Large numbers of refugees, with nowhere else to go, are gathering towards Cangwu Mountain. A few days ago, I instructed people to distribute porridge several times at the foot of the mountain. As a result, the number of refugees is only increasing, and with so many people, chaos is bound to arise; things are becoming increasingly unsettled.
"Those who cultivate themselves prefer tranquility. These past few days, the noise down the mountain has almost ruined my interest in reading."
"But it's not a big deal. It'll be fine once the disaster year passes."
As Shen Yanshan finished speaking, he couldn't help but sigh again and raised his hand to rub his temples.
Just then.
Shen Yanshan's fingers, which were rubbing his temples, suddenly stopped.
He seemed to sense something unusual, and suddenly raised his head, looking towards the distant horizon.
Zhao Chengan noticed his unusual behavior.
"Master, what's wrong?"
Shen Yanshan remained silent.
His mouth was agape, his eyes wide, fixed on a horizon that was gradually brightening. A growing, intense light was reflected in his cloudy old eyes.
The sky, which was gradually darkening, suddenly began to brighten abnormally.
That light was not the afterglow of the setting sun.
Rather, it was a blazing golden light piercing through from behind the clouds at extremely high altitudes.
The light grew brighter and brighter.
next moment.
Above the sky, the thick gray clouds suddenly split open from the very center, creating a massive rift that stretched for hundreds of miles.
From within the crack, golden light erupted like boiling lava, dyeing the entire sky a brilliant golden hue.
Immediately afterwards, the dark clouds seemed to be instantly dispersed by an invisible giant hand.
Centered on the crack, the clouds within a radius of hundreds of miles vanished completely in a breath or two, replaced by layers upon layers of multicolored spiritual light that spread out from the high sky, enveloping the entire Cangwu Mountain in a magnificent halo.
A faint, indistinct melody drifted from the sky.
The music was ethereal and melodious, resonating deep within one's soul, allowing one to let go of all attachments and feel as if ascending to a blissful paradise.
Then-
Throughout the entire Cangwu Mountain and the surrounding forests spanning hundreds of miles, all the birds seemed to be summoned by some kind of call.
Sparrows, magpies, egrets, cranes—thousands of birds, some familiar and some not, flapped their wings simultaneously, taking flight from the mountains and forests, circling and soaring toward the golden crack in the sky.
"All birds pay homage to the phoenix."
Shen Yanshan trembled violently.
He gripped his beard tightly, accidentally tearing off a large clump, but seemed completely unaware, not even flinching.
"This—this—this could it be—"
He turned his head abruptly, his eyes wide as he stared at Zhao Cheng'an. His voice, almost forced from his chest, was filled with uncontrollable elation: "Phoenix—Imperial Edict—Register!"
hum!
Something seemed to explode in Zhao Cheng'an's mind.
He stood there, feeling his heart pounding in his chest, each beat faster and stronger than the last. The blood rushing through his veins flushed his cheeks.
The previous speculations have now become reality.
"really!"
He clenched his fist and thought to himself.
at the same time.
Whether it was the emaciated, poorly clothed disaster victims at the foot of the mountain, or the students at the Imperial Academy who were startled by the strange celestial phenomena,
The students and servants who rushed out of the buildings all subconsciously looked up at the sky.
Then, they saw a sight they had never seen before in their lives.
A gigantic phoenix with a wingspan of a hundred feet and its entire body burning with bluish-green sacred fire pierced through the golden crack in the sky and descended from the heavens.
Its feathers were a deep turquoise, with an almost transparent flame burning along the edges, leaving a long, dazzling trail of light across the twilight sky. With each flap of its wings, countless golden rays of light rained down from its feathers and drifted to the earth.
Those flashes of light fell onto the ground.
Within a radius of a hundred miles, the trees that had withered due to the drought began to sprout new green leaves. The withered branches visibly sprouted new buds, which then blossomed into fresh green leaves.
The grassland is recovering.
Clear, bubbling water began to seep from the bottom of the dried-up stream.
Even the atmospheric concentration of the entire Cangwu Mountain area surged to exceed the average level in that instant.
The enormous body of the phoenix slowly descended, finally landing gracefully on the wide riverbank of Thousand Ears Valley.
It folded its wings that blotted out the sky, and the emerald-green sacred flames that surrounded it quietly vanished the moment it landed, turning into specks of light that slowly drifted away in the twilight.
The air around us seemed to freeze.
The valley was so quiet that only the sound of the stream and the faint sound of the blue phoenix gently shaking off the remaining spiritual light from its feathers could be heard.
Its mere existence is like a miracle, altering the surrounding environment on a vast scale.
A life force as vigorous as heaven and earth.
This was clearly a genuine Foundation Establishment stage spirit beast.
It landed on this land, where even Qi Refining cultivators were few and far between, like a divine dragon passing by a shallow beach.
Just by standing here doing nothing, the pressure and aura emanating from him naturally caused the surrounding void to distort slightly.
It presents a variety of astonishing phenomena.
Qingluan turned her head, her pair of cyan-gold vertical pupils slowly rotating, reflecting Zhao Cheng'an's image.
An immense aura of majesty emanated from her.
"The True Lord's decree."
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Where is Zhao Cheng'an?
Zhao Chengan took a deep breath.
He took a step forward, straightened his robes, and then bowed deeply to the enormous blue phoenix.
"Disciple is here."